Escape is such a thankful Word: Poem by Emily Dickinson

Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight

Escape - it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt -

'Tis not to sight the savior -
It is to be the saved -
And that is why I lay my Head
Upon this trusty word -

Analysis of this poem